A photograph of grandfather and grandson – Naftali Feigin and little Andrzej Krzysztof Feigin. We can presume that, like the previous ones in the collection, they were made by Andrzej Feigin (Wróblewski), the child's father and son of Naftali Feigin.
Judging by the way Andrzej Wróblewski depicts himself in the interview "Być Żydem…", in the 1920s or 1930s he did not identify himself strongly with Jewry. During his studies in Tours, the French were closer to him than many Polish Jews at the university (ibid., P. 58). It is true that after returning to Poland, as a professional journalist, he wrote in the Polish-language press on topics related to the Jewish community, but it seems that he already looked at it somewhat from the outside. His wartime fate is a story of a Polish Jew who survived the Holocaust (specifically: until he had to leave Żoliborz and change his documents) only up to a point; however, it is mainly a biography of a Polish conspirator fighting against the occupier. There is even a significant reconsideration in the interview: "At times I have the feeling that my account of the occupation overshadows the horror of what the Germans did with the Jews. But the extermination cannot be described nor can it be told. My memories are an attempt to describe the everyday life of a man who rebelled and stayed on this side of the walls. A decision essentially banal, dictated by a self-preservation instinct, a rather ill-considered reflex, an impulse of protest against the division of people according to norms, which could not be surrendered, against which we rebelled in the past, when they were expressed as the bench ghetto at universities, and now took the form of walls" (p. 143).
After the war, Wróblewski lost contact with Jewishness more and more, although he maintains that this was not the reason for keeping his Polish name. The decision was dictated mainly, as he emphasised in an interview with Halvorsen, by the fact that the surnames of his ancestors coincided with the infamous name of the Security Office activist Anatol Fejgin (ibid., see especially p. 112; let us add that by an additional coincidence, Fejgin was born in the same year as Andrzej Wróblewski – 1909).
Jewry did not return to him until March 1968: "My Jewish origin spoke to me, my dignity was offended. I felt solidarity with the persecuted, hunted, and those pointed out by the dirty finger of the national hooligan" (ibid., pp. 224–225).
On the other hand, for his son, Andrzej Krzysztof Wróblewski, who had never in his life identified with Jewishness in any aspect and probably did not even think of himself as an assimilated Jew, March could not have such a dimension. It seems that the year 1968 – "which generally appears to us like a bad dream", as he describes it in his memoirs (AK Wróblewski, "Dzienniki zabrane przez bezpiekę", published by Polityka i Agora, Warsaw 2008, p. 297) – for him was a multi-threaded catastrophe, but seen as a whole, in which all the elements, successive aspects and events were rather equivalent: the suppressed youth revolt, and the anti-intelligentsia campaign, and the anti-Semitic campaign, and the suppression of the Prague Spring. It is symptomatic that in the volume of diaries by Andrzej Krzysztof Wróblewski (in the memoirs, included in the book after notes from 1956–1963), the story of this period is limited solely to the element of the invasion of Czechoslovakia by the socialist bloc states. In the following years, despite the fact that March '68 was still ongoing (people left Poland as a result of persecutions until 1972), the daily marks mainly the "trial of mountaineers" (the case from 1970 related to smuggling emigration prints into the People's Republic of Poland).
In the interview, the father expressed the question of the identity of Andrzej Krzysztof Wróblewski in the following way: "The son who, as a child during the war, obediently forgot the name Feigin – forgot or did not want to remember him for good. Far, like me, from Polish national self-love and critical, like me, towards many of our national vices – he feels a Pole and only a Pole" (p. 255).